Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 322

Gabrielle did not respond. Nothing could describe her mood at the moment. She wanted to be careful, or else she might say something that she would regret.

Wendy had traded her for Bryce, as if she was a useless possession. As long as Gabrielle married Westley, things could be postponed for a while.

Besides, Westley was only marrying Nellie because he needed a wife. So, it didn't matter if he actually married her or another girl. It shouldn't be a big deal that he married Gabrielle instead of Nellie.

That was exactly what Wendy had thought. She wanted Gabrielle to take the place of Nellie and marry Westley; and since Westley had already a wife, he would let go of Bryce and the Jones family.

But Wendy was wrong.

It was not easy to go against Westley. Only a few people could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.

No one could escape from his punishing hands.

So Wendy had Gabrielle as a substitute for Nellie. She had never really planned on saving her. She intended to leave Gabrielle alone under Westley's control. It was her own fate, anyway.

Fortunately, Westley was now treating Gabrielle nicely. He was taking good care of her, except for when they were both in bed.

Nevertheless, Wendy wouldn't feel any guilt at all if ever Westley was being cruel to Gabrielle.

"Gabrielle, I know you're mad at me now. You're thinking that what I have done to you was out of the line, but I have no choice!" Wendy tried another tactic and softened her tone when she saw Gabrielle's dejected look.

She had only told Gabrielle to come to their house so that she could instruct her to ask Westley's help in finding Bryce.

"Gabrielle, think about how I took care of you. I promise that from now on, I will treat you better. Just help Bryce this time, I don't even know if he is still alive or already dead in Thailand. I'm too scared." Wendy was begging her and gripping her hand too tightly that it was already hurting Gabrielle.

"Mom, can you let go of my hand first? It hurts," Gabrielle couldn't help asking.

Wendy let go of Gabrielle's hand immediately and found that her wrist was already turning red, she felt a little sorry. "Gabrielle, I'm sorry. I was just too worried that I didn't notice I was holding you too tightly. Are you okay? Let me massage it."

Wendy then pulled Gabrielle to the sofa and began to massage her hand.

But Gabrielle didn't need her to do that at all, so she pulled her hand from Wendy's hold.

"No, mom, it's okay." Gabrielle smiled awkwardly.

The truth is, she was in a bad mood.

But she didn't want to say anything anymore.

"Gabrielle, the only person I can rely on now is you. Can you help me this time as your way of repaying our family that raised you and provided you home for twenty years?" Wendy seized the opportunity and asked again. If she didn't ask Gabrielle for help now, she might not be able to find Bryce at all.

She had to find Bryce as soon as possible. More than half a month had passed already, and if she still couldn't contact him, it would be more and more dangerous. Wendy was feeling so anxious.